At eleven, I was perhaps a little young for such an important task, but ardent in my desire to please God.
Still by Rick Brazeau
Category: Essays
An archive of all of the personal essays we’ve published at Hippocampus Magazine over the years.
First Day by Gail Anderson
We are on the roof: Jonathan, Leo, and I. Or rather, I am on the roof, and they are on the ladder. Twelve years old is too young to be on the roof, I tell them, especially such a roof.
Movies in the Cemetery by JT Siems
It is twilight and a misty fog dances between the bars of the foreboding wrought iron gate. The movie starts in ten minutes…
Doppelganger by Paula Freed
Loehmann’s fitting room was unusually crowded. No matter where I stood in this large mirrored space, once a discount designer paradise, reflections of female flesh surrounded me.
Re-envisioning Daydreams by Erik Dane
Ahead of us, trance music is abloom on a stage fronted by revelers pulsing, swaying, embracing, and, in some cases, sleeping.
Sand Dollars by Wendy Fontaine
My daughter would rather scoop mud than look for shells. She has my eyes and my smile but she is not the child I was when I was five years old.
Measuring Up by Aileen Hunt
My father knew his clients’ bodies intimately. He knew whose shoulders sloped, who had one leg longer than the other, and whose neck was disproportionately large.
Like Butterfly Wings by Donna Patrick
My fifteen year old nervously explains how suicidal thoughts have been playing out in her head, sometimes with a rescuer finding her in time…
The Perfect Storm by Alex Barbolish
We huddled under blankets on an old couch while my mother read to us as the wind lashed the house…
Good Girls Don’t by Emily Hipchen
When I shift in my seat, the light dims and goes out. The backseat curves around me like a can; he moves his right leg and the cuff of his pants brushes my ankle.
